That link you posted to Yugn-vilne refers to the Esteemed Paternal Ancestor as a poet; I must observe dryly and fairly empirically that I am a better poet than he by a kibbutz mile. That's not just the bitterness talking, it's the truth now. His style did not age. It sort of became like that fellow in the story who asked for immortal life but came a cropper as far as immortal youth, and ended up a grasshopper.